Why Do We Hate Some Words?

Apparently if you hate the word “moist” you are prudish and queased out by bodily fluids in general.

“You go, girl.”

Some people think it’s the “oi” sound they hate, the same vowel combination that’s in “oysters,” “moisture,” and “ointment.” I have a friend whose last name is Moisture and when she introduces herself she actually adds “sorry” afterward.

While I don’t have a problem with “moist” (try not to overanalyze me), I do have a problem with these words.

Synergy, Intuitive, Data-Point

When I first entered the corporate world, I thought business jargon was mildly annoying, possibly even chuckle-worthy. Twenty years later, Dilbert isn’t funny. Neither are TLAs (three-letter acronyms) or verbing your nouns.

“You’ve angered the English major and now you shall pay.”

These words cause the irreversible erosion of my soul. Can you “get your arms around that” without me having to give you the “ten thousand foot view”?

Bruh, Dank, On Fleek

By the time I click the “Publish” button on this blog post, there will be a whole new crop of these words, which I sometimes call Dude Speak. Funny at first, these words get tired faster than…well, me, of them.

“S’up? …Not your I.Q., my friend.”

Please, for the love of God, just stop. Or should I say, “stahp,” because I “can’t even.”

Breweries & Rural Jurors

These unpronounceable words are just plain mean.

“I wanted to meet them at the brewerrr…brewy…”

The more you hang out in a brewery, the less you’re able to say it.

And no disrespect intended toward country folk, but the word combo of “rural jurors” seems to poke fun at people who might have the most trouble pronouncing it.

“We jus’ a coupla rool jurrs, doin’ our part for ‘Murica.”

Whoever made these words ought to be taken out back and horsewhipped, preferably by a colonel…from the sixth isthmus south of Worcestershire…while serenaded by a choir of squirrels.

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‘Moist’ really doesn’t bother me, but I’m with you on the rest. Believe it or not, Worcestershire is one I don’t like, mostly because I still can’t pronounce it, and I’ve been trying for almost forty years. For some reason, though, ‘chair’ bugs me. Don’t know why.